I just got this through a text from one of the daycare teachers and I am sitting here studying it. When the heck did she start looking like this? More like a little girl and less (or not at all?) like my baby? We are deep in the trenches of toddlerhood. Logan wants what she wants and of she doesn’t get it, well, she’s not happy. The other day I was just a tad frustrated but then I remembered, like most of the things that she does, that this is just a phase. I need to enjoy it. I need to enjoy the fact that only I can right all the wrongs in her world. So, if that means that I don’t get anything done (and by this I mean nothing at all) until after she goes to bed, then so be it. I pour myself a glass of wine and sit on the floor with her and play. Now that’s not so bad, is it? She’s also going through a huge Mama phase right now so this means I am either constantly holding her or running after her (or, somehow, doing both of those things in the same minute). The daycare teachers have had to extricate her twice from my body when it was time for me to leave her in the morning (fun times).
This stage amazes me everyday, as challenging and different it is from the other stages. I’m seeing a glimpse of the person she will become and it’s all sorts of exciting. She understands so much that I have to remind myself not to underestimate her. She can identify her favorite books when I ask her to get those specific ones and my mind is blown each and every time. She can make animal noises when I ask her (right now we have dog and cow down pat). She is growing up way too fast.
